Everyone unfroze, pointed, and laughed.
The curse broke.
There was a “Prince Charming” contest (Brandon won, obviously, because he showed up with a camera and said real charm is “not being a jerk”). Then came the talent portion.
Mackenzie’s eyes narrowed. “I’m running for Storybook Queen. And I’ll win. Because I’m the fairest of them all.” She tossed her hair. “Obviously.”
The dress code was “Storybook Chic.” In regular girl language, that means “beautiful ballgown made of starlight and unicorn tears.” In my language, it means “what can I glue together before my mom finds out I raided her craft closet?”